Aristobus snarled at the bandit leader, "you wont stop me from finding my mother!"

The bandit leader recoiled slightly, dumbfounded by the Imperial's words. "Mother? What?"

But Aristobus did not elaborate. Instead, he threw forwards his left hand, splaying his fingers. A small sphere of fire appeared for a moment, spinning on its axis. The bandit leader realised his peril, and stepped backwards just as Aristobus threw his destructive energy into the ball of fire, making it as large as a man's head. 

"No, wait!" the bandit leader cried, realising his sword and tattered armour was an inadequate defence against the spell. 

And then Aristobus fell backwards, a feathered shaft jutting from his chest. The bandit leader looked over at the gate, and saw that one of his men had rushed forwards with bow in hand. 

"Couldn't you have done that sooner, you pond scum!?" he roared, before remembering the Khajiit was still standing. "Come on you limp mudcrabs, let's get this cat stuffed and be on our way."

The three bandits surrounded Jo'Resfo, jeering at him. "Here kitty, kitty, don't be afraid, it'll all be over soon", one of them chuckled.

The archer of the group stood by the gate, looking up at the pine tree he'd seen the Breton retreat behind.